The hardest thing about an invisible/mental illness is the fact that it's invisible.
It's not the cowering beneath the whip of self-loathing, it's not the constant calorie-counting, it's not the paralysing fear of interacting with another human (though all that is certainly exhausting).
The hardest part is that nobody sees.
Oh I've played the game of hide-and-seek
When all I wanted was for them to see
See the lines upon my face
The memories have left their trace...
~ White Heart, 1990 (Storyline)
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